Just standing there, the heavy pressure pressed down on his entire body.

[**Insects!**]

He was strong. Moving his body was no easy task.

The illusion of a giant tree trunk covered the sky and fell. It felt as though the hand of a Buddha was descending.

*Ugh!* I need to avoid it.

“Activate the Astral heavy weaponry! That alone will make movement easier!”

The Astral heavy weaponry, used before the dimensional gate, was activated. It was attached to his full-body suit.

*Tsuzut-* 

As the multi-colored force field surrounded his body, the pressure that had been crushing him sharply diminished.

*Tsapat-*

*Rumbling- Crackling-*

It was strong, but it wasn’t impossible to fight back!

“Whenever you attack, you must inject intention into it! Otherwise, your attack will have no effect!”

“The heavy weaponry uses ammunition with even a small amount of ether added!”

The martial artists of the Galactic Sect, using footwork and light movement, darted through the area, confronting celestial beings as they gradually adapted.

Intention.

For those who had reached the Xuanjing realm, they had already grasped the concept of the Heart Sword. The most important element of the Heart Sword was intention.

No martial artist here was unable to handle intention.

“**Galactic! Galactic! Galactic!**”

[**These... insignificant human beings!**]

*Rumbling- Crunching-*

Martial artists riding skyboards zipped through the air at high speed.

They even used air stepping to leave their skyboards and return, engaging in aerial combat using extreme skills. They were fighting in the sky as if it were flat ground.

“Stop trying to defeat them alone! We are the martial arts division! Combine your strength!”

Normally, martial artists were conservative when it came to combined techniques.

However, there were no martial artists here thinking that way.

Their identity was no longer just martial artists; they were an **army**.

[**Ugh!**]

Powerful energy clusters, infused with intention, were fired relentlessly, and in the midst of it, the martial artists of the Xuanjing realm leaped in to tear apart the enemies’ bodies.

“**Seongcheon Sword Strike!**”

“**Pacheon Cloud Thunder Slash!**”

Each martial artist’s unique, peerless techniques were unleashed through lightsabers, sending dazzling beams of light into the air.

With each strike, they condensed immense power, sending it toward their enemies.

[**How dare...!** These insignificant beings!!]

“Strike and retreat!”

“Focus!”

The furious silver giant swung its fist at them.

“Use the Plasma Ether Bullet!”

“Everyone, move! This time it’s an Ether Concentration Shell!”

*Screech-*

“Hurry!! We’re pulling out!!”

“Just a little more!”

*Boom-*

*Rumbling- Crackling-*

Various heavy weaponry struck the giant’s body, inflicting damage and obstructing its sight.

The martial artists who had shown their skills on the skyboards quickly regrouped with the main force to continue their raid.

“Draw their attention and disperse their focus! Give it your all!”

“Now’s the time!! Attack!! Engage!!”

They didn’t dare to have the ambition of completely defeating the silver giants.

Their role was simple. Distract them and disperse their attention.

“Hang in there!”

Of course, the presence of these martial artists in the Xuanjing realm was highly irksome to the Sephiroth clan.

[**This...!**]

[**Impossible!**]

[**Even if they are mortals, are they heroes on the level of the world’s strongest?**]

[**Don’t be careless! If you’re not careless, there’s no danger!**]

[**These bastards!!**]

They kept breaking through what they could handle, one by one.

That was enough. That was all that was needed.

The martial artists dashed across the battlefield, occasionally casting their gaze toward a certain direction.

*Whooosh-*

*Boom-*

[**Ahhh!!**]

[**Please, save me!**]

[**No! My divine blood!**]

[**Ahhh! Get away!**]

[**Ah, no!**]

[**A human... No, that’s not possible!**]

[**Don’t panic!**]

A massacre was unfolding on the battlefield.

Though it was difficult to see clearly because of the distance and the fog, the martial artists could still sense it.

A tremendous mythical battle was taking place.

The silver energy enveloping the giants was being torn apart in the battlefield.

Ah... Emperor Karlstein!

Every time the golden-armored warrior swung the giant spear, the giants screamed, and their bodies exploded.

*Rumbling-*

The battlefield was filled with a massive red energy, coloring the fog red.

In the middle of the battlefield stood he, the one who was fighting against these incredibly powerful enemies alone.

Their hearts swelled.

“**Hoo...**”

“**It’s marvelous.**”

“**As expected, Galactic Sect.**”

“**Galactic! Galactic! Galactic!**”

“**Emperor Karlstein!**”

Seeing the mythical battle unfold on the battlefield, their exhausted bodies surged with strength.

“Hold on! Our role is to simply hold the line!”

“Protect the Emperor’s pet!”

“Indeed, the Emperor rules even the dragons!”

“Don’t let a speck of dust touch him!”

“Over there!! Focus!”

Meanwhile, hearing their words, Yongyong had an expression of disbelief. Of course, Yongyong was also assisting the martial artists with magic, playing an active role.

“**Shit...**”

It was hard to believe that such words came from the normally dignified dragon.

**LMAO**

**LOL, pet?**

**Ah, it’s not wrong though.**

**Where is this dragon falling to?**

**Ah, is this the mightiest dragon in fantasy?**

**LOL.**

Coincidentally, the community was still connected, and the broadcast was on.

“**Dragon life...**”

Yongyong’s exhausted and bewildered expression was broadcast live.

**Look at how he's treated like a mob character.**

**LOL, walking treasure goblin!**

**Yeah, as an SSS-grade porter, gotta protect that inventory.**

**LOL, Joodak’s heroic effort to defend his inventory!**

Naturally, despite Yongyong’s frustration, the community users were paying attention to the martial artists of the Galactic Sect.

**Crazy.**

**What is that?**

**An artifact?**

**Can’t you tell?**

**Is this real mechanized infantry?**

**Powered suit? Exoskeleton armor?**

**Seems like at least mid-level combat.**

**Based on what they mentioned about intention, I’m guessing they’re at the Xuanjing realm.**

**Does that make sense?**

**Xuanjing troops, huh?**

**Ah... If only one of those guys in there could come to our world, world domination would be possible.**

**This is insane.**

**So damn cool.**

**Are the places ruled by Joodak full of people like this?**

**Why does that lightsaber look so strong?**

**It seems pretty strong in reality. Even the giants seem to avoid them.**

The sight of hundreds of martial artists riding boards and engaging in aerial combat had its own unique charm.

Dazzling lightsabers and beams of energy embroidered the sky, various force fields unfurled, and countless explosions rocked the air.

In the middle of this magnificent battlefield, the emotions Yongyong felt were indescribable.

It felt as though each soldier in front of him was revered as a hero in his world.

Though the term “hero” only applied among humans.

They were grouped into an army.

Even the dragons would lower their tails before them.

*Bang-*

*Tsuzut-*

*Crunch-*

*Whom-*

*Fwoosh, fwoosh-*

Unbelievable performance.

The fact that they could strike directly at giants suggested that they had some qualities superior to Yongyong himself.

Clad in various metal equipment, they engaged in fierce combat, explosions lighting the sky.

The magic was ineffective, though...

The thought struck him.

“**Cyborg Dragon...**”

Yongyong muttered, his face filled with deep contemplation.

**What?**

**Crazy.**

**Are we going for a Metal Dragon now?**

**Let’s pray to Joodak.**

**Yongyong, get a grip!**

**Epic!**

**LOL.**

**Come on, Yongyong, get plastic surgery from Joodak!**

The community users joked around, but in truth, Yongyong was seriously considering the thought.

But that was something to think about later.

For now, the priority was to protect Joodak’s belongings.

**Yeah. It’s not that I’m hiding out of fear! I’m just doing this to protect Joodak’s treasures!**

Around Yongyong were dozens of warriors.

Even among the cyberpunk martial artists, they seemed to be elite.

It didn’t feel like they were wearing armor but more like robots clad in thick metal.

They showed no sign of hesitation, silently observing the frontlines and seemingly commanding the battlefield.

**What is going on here...?**

Every time an enemy wrapped in silver energy tried to ambush them,

*Whom-*

*Crack-*

[Activate all small Ether cannons!]

*Whooom-*

*Awoosh-*

The most powerful light beam of any

 weapon rained down.

The majestic light beams formed a net that disintegrated the enemy’s body.

Even though the enemy resurrected and charged several times, it seemed clear they couldn’t break through.

*Whooom-*

*Tsuzut-*

The force field surrounding them seemed to have an effect as well.

**Crazy.**

But somehow, they could endure...

At that moment, Yongyong’s mind was struck by an alarm.

**Huh?**

Looking around, the elite soldiers seemed to be in shock as well.

They were all looking at the sky.

Ah...!

A massive silver mace covered the entire sky.

“!!”

It felt as if the entire world would bow down to this divine force.

Something was different.

Is this what it feels like when the sky falls?

It was as though space was folding in layers and crashing down.

All the soldiers’ firepower simultaneously aimed at the sky. As skilled martial artists, their reflexes were exceptional.

The barrage of fire.

However, the falling silver sky remained unshaken.

It seemed as if space itself was distorting and warping their fire.

**I need to avoid it...**

But with the sky falling, where could they go?

The blurry giant figure of the mace covered the entire sky.

And at that moment, a chilling presence enveloped the entire battlefield.

Everyone turned their heads toward one spot in the sky.

**Karlstein Babylon.**

He was there.

For those who had reached the Xuanjing realm, they would not flinch at even the brightest light using their internal power.

But all of them had to close their eyes.

To close their eyes during battle was a disgrace.

But no one thought that.

Was it to protect their own eyes?

Or to protect their soul?

A golden flash exploded, piercing the sky.

Yongyong, the martial artists, and even the enemies shared the same thought.

**We are going to die.**

**Save me.**

**Kill me.**

All those present in this battlefield were capable of manipulating their intention.

They all felt it together.

The collapse of their intention!

They did not feel weak, but this was the natural order.

It was a phenomenon they had to accept.

At the moment the golden flash pierced the sky.

All the martial artists of the Galactic Sect knelt and prayed.

Ah, gods.

They were trembling with awe.